Day 5: ok, so it’s just really hard to blog everyday; wifi is sporatic, typing on the phone is cumbersome, plus we are just exhausted by the time we actually get to an evening rest stop it’s too late. So enough of the wine, let’s get to good stuff.

so, wow!! This is like one big traveling party where the price of the admission is hiking 15 miles uphill everyday. Not really ALL uphill, but that’s what it feels like and, plus, that makes a better story.  Great people of all ages and nationality, great conversation of all types ranging from the most mundane (what it’s like to run a car wash in Romania, to the deepest personal pain, and the most spirituality). And for those who know the significance of this, with spirituality comes those who know of, and revere, my brother Melvin. I didn’t want to burst their bubble but ….

i have started going into every church we pass which is A LOT ( although less than the number of Hindu temples we had to go into in India) which is particularly arduous since most of them are in top of hills.  Most of the time this is very mundane for me (Troy seems to get waaaaay more out of them than I do) but today when I entered the old (1020 AD) abandoned church I got chills and the hairs in my neck stood up.  It was a wild feeling.  There were two alters with many letters and pictures AND ….. FIRST DIMES, two, heads up.  I “prayed” for all the people I am praying for (you know who, if you asked me to) and I felt compelled to leave one of the pictures (JM) and leave a letter of prayer.

THEN… at the next town I continued going to every church but the first FIVE (all up many stairs) were closed, however as I entered the 6th, again I got chills. This was a full operational church with parishioners, so I took my seat and again proceeded to “pray.” Within moments I was sobbing. I felt as though I had tapped into a deep sorrow of the collective contiousness.  I did not know what I was sobbing about, I just knew it was very sad.

BTW: when praying for those souls who have passed, I have consistently become very happy which I interpret to mean that those souls are defiantly at peace and in a very happy place.

Now troy is urging me to go, which never happens, it always me urging him. But today our first stop is the wine fountain open only to pilgrims. Yes, that’s right, an outdoor fountain bubbling wine at the local monestary. Buen Camino indeed!!!!

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